How could he refuse to help? Yan Ketao was delighted and hurriedly said, "There's no need to speak of helping. Just tell me what you need."
Wu Jinliang immediately told him, "You've been to the Icefield. Do you know the stretch of charcoal-black highlands near its eastern edge?"
He believed Yan Ketao should know it. It was not far from where Summer Path Mountain had first set up the Origin-Locking Formation on the Icefield.
Sure enough, Yan Ketao quickly nodded. "I do."
Wu Jinliang said, "Our people are right below the highest peak in the Black Charcoal Highlands. You'll see them when you get there. Sorry for the trouble, but tell our Chief and your Junior Martial Uncle that they can head to the next location. They'll know what that means."
Yan Ketao committed this to memory, then hesitated. He very much wanted to ask where the next location was, but ultimately held back and nodded. "All right, I've got it. Brother Wu, is there anything else?"
Wu Jinliang cautioned him, "When you leave, circle around the foot of the mountain on one side. Try to stay out of sight of the elders on the summit."
"All right."
"This is important. Don't delay. Get going."
And so Yan Ketao left, while Wu Jinliang and the other two stood blocking the cave entrance and watched him go.
Only after he disappeared from view did Chu Jingtang speak. "There really is something wrong with that fellow."
Shen Moming nodded slightly, his expression grave.
Then again, without Shi Chun's advance warning, they might not have noticed anything wrong with Yan Ketao either.
But for the frowning Wu Jinliang, now that Shi Chun had warned him, it was one thing if Yan Ketao never came. If he did, determining whether he was compromised became